Bai Lingmiao let out a bold and joyous laugh, as if to vent everything she had kept bottled up inside. Li Huowang, who had been with her for so long, had never seen such an expression on her face.
"Give me the sword! Quick, give me the sword!" Li Huowang trembled as he walked toward Bai Lingmiao, who held the blade.
But just as he reached her, Li Huowang saw the white-haired girl raise her right hand. With a flick of the blade, the longsword in her grasp thrust straight into his chest and ripped it wide open, exposing his beating heart to the frigid air.
The next moment, Bai Lingmiao pressed against him, clinging tightly. The blood gushing from his body rapidly stained her light-colored clothes red. A look of satisfaction spread across her face.
Looking at the unfamiliar Bai Lingmiao before him, Li Huowang was about to speak when he saw her tilt her head slightly and lean in for a kiss.
